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the more they talked, the more astara distrusted them. she heard very little of their exchange, but that whistle earned the sharp turn of her ears in scowling dislike.

she flanked skoll, reading him with careful indigo eyes. he, like her, was not thrilled by the gang of thieves at their doorstep -- only, why were they here?

astara had no way of asking that, but instead she looked to each of them baldly -- a stern expression sinking into her features that seemed to communicate a desire for answers.